800: C800 Why

C800 Why

In the past, there had been two Fate Realm couples who had used their domain to complement each other and advanced to become the overlord of the earth. If ordinary Spirit Forging met them, they would only have a dead end.

The effects of domain fusion were even more terrifying than the amplification effects of complementary domains.

It was no longer as simple as 1 + 1 = 2, it directly jumped to (1 + 1) = 9!

A perfect level domain fusion, even if he accidentally provoked a Yin God Stage cultivator, he would still be able to escape.

Although domain complementarity was rare, it wasn't non-existent. Only domain fusion was rare.

In Wingless King's long years, he had only seen two fusion of domains.

Its rarity could be imagined.

A world completely composed of thunder and lightning was blocking the door of the black tide. No matter how the black tide tried, it was still unable to break through that thin barrier.

Ye Luo's domain gave her sister new possibilities. When the two domains fused together, it was difficult to separate them from each other. This resulted in a terrifying burst of energy.

It actually stopped Wingless King, an old monster from ancient times.

"To be able to display such talent at such a young age, you truly are worthy of being my chosen one."

Wingless King laughed instead of getting angry. Only such a rare genius would have the right to be his family member. A mediocre person wouldn't even have the right to be his servant.

"Then, I'll be more serious."

When Wingless King's words fell into the ears of the Spirit Cultivator's people who were hiding behind the two sisters, it became a noisy and chaotic murmur filled with despair, madness, and hatred.

"You are right here. I know, come, join us. We will become one and be freed."

"Why did we lose light?"

"My Lord, why did the great you also perish from the sky? Who can save this world that is on the verge of destruction?"

"Don't run away. Face the despair of the world. Use your blood kin to form a ship that will ferry us to the other side."

Their eyes gradually lost their color as they fell into the murky, decayed color of black blood.

However, he subconsciously squeezed out a warm smile. This smile was very comfortable, but if he looked at it for too long, he would feel an extremely strong sense of disgust, wishing that he could tear apart this fake warm mask.

The Spirit Cultivator s all thought the same, and they all did the same.

Looking at the reflection of the black tide, an indescribable anger began to appear in their hearts.

Why? Why is your smile so fake?

Why? Why is your expression so empty?

Why, why are your muscles so stiff?

They hated everything about them, and under this emotion, Spirit Cultivator began to take the initiative to change all these imperfect things.

Both of their hands tightly gripped the sides of their faces and tore them apart. With a ripping sound, the skin on their faces was cut in half by their nose bridge, just like tearing cloth silk.

As the bright red muscle tissue was exposed to the air, these people revealed a gratified smile as if they didn't feel any pain.

Black blood began to seep out of their eye sockets rapidly, dripping down along with the viscous pitch.

These pitch-like black blood gathered together, as if they gathered all the evil in the world.

There was no warmth at all, only an endless, icy coldness.1

With just a glance, an ordinary person's soul would have been tainted, distorted, and assimilated.

"The prelude to the carnival begins. Step into the night of despair. When all is quiet, it will be time for you and the others to be reborn."

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